Feathers Of Crystal Poem by Kiera Price

Dull throbs and constant aches,
She's drowning in vast crimson lakes.
A life shattered by hate,
And driven by love.
She's fallen to fate,
Who treats her like a glove.

Vibrant colors and continuous laughter,
He's swimming in clear blue water.
Living with ignorance,
Thinking it's bliss,
He needs something other than compliance,
He needs a hit and miss.

Delicate pain and agonizing joy,
They can't see that they are just a toy.
Thriving in the inland,
Dying out on the coastal.
They can do nothing more than stand,
With their delicate Feathers of Crystal.